I can find no answers in Mithril hall, will never know for certain if the dark elves hunger still for vengeance- unless another force from Menzoberranzan comes to the surface to claim the bounty on my head. With this truth bending low my shoulders, how could I ever travel to Silverymoon, or to any other nearby town, resuming my normal lifestyle? How could I ever sleep in peace while holding within my heart the very real fears that the dark elves might soon return and once more imperil my friends?
The apparent serenity of Drizzt Do'Urden, the brooding quiet, will show me nothing of the future designs of the drow. Yet, for the sake of my friends, I must know those dark intentions. And so I fear that there remains only one place for me to look...
...... . . . . . .. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Drizzt Do'Urden
The Underdark. A place of brooding darkness, where no shadows exist, and where Drizzt Do'Urden does not wish to go. The noble dark elf must return there, though, must go back to find his friends in the gnome city of Blingdenstone, and on to Menzoberranzan, the city of drow. Only then can Drizzt discern what perils might reach out from that dark place to threaten his friends in Mithril Hall.
He finds allies where he least expects them and enemies he thought long gone. His scimitars slask at monsters too evil to reside under the sunlight of the surface world, while his iner strength wrestles with the tumult of emotions assaulting the noble drow when he looks once more on his dreaded homeland. All the while Drizzt must fend off the weight of guilt he carries for a dear friend lost to him forever.
Coptright 1993 by TSR Inc. First published in Hardback in 1993. Available in Paperback from TSR.
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